Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1887-11-02

tor that matter. She aatly refused me,
saying abe liked me q . friend, but
had never yet seen . man she could
love, and never expected TO; and
further forbade me to ever mention
the subject again !; and / left in . huff"
"That 10 quite . romance, Pat" I
laughingly exclaimed.
"But what. under heaven, Inn I to
do?s
@Forget all about her."
sBut ! can't do that" he groaned.
I simply smiled.
"If you had ever been in love, Bob,
you wouldn't sit there and grim"
"You are right, Pat; I have never
been in love, and never expect to be.
It is . foolish scrape to get into, and il
you propose to fall in love with girls
Of uncertain character, why -
But Pat was at my throat in . fash,
his eyes blazing with anger, his face
pale with passion.
by the holy powersl" he said
hoarssly,
"Well. we'll! She may he a countess
in disguise for sught / know" / said,
Practically; shut since she does not love
you, I cannot perceive that there is any
thing 10 be DONE"
"But something must be DONE" per-
sisted Pat.
Pack up and leave Paris" I sug-
gested.
II can't leave Aimee" he groaned.
pointed out to him the absurdity OF
forming such an attachment for a girl
of whose character. family, and position
he knew absolutely nothing. l expos
tulsted, pleaded, ~entreated, ~beseeched,
but words we're useless.
Finally, we came to An agreement to
the effect that l should 60 with him to
see Aimee, and when l had fully made
her acquaintance, I was to intercede for
him; should this fail he promised to
bear the disappointment with fortitude
and leave Paris.
Isaw Aimee. Making some allow.
ance for Pats exuberant fancy, his
description had been tolerably correct.
Aimee Lorette was certainly an attract.
i've looking girl, and there was o some.
thing in her dark brown, laughing eyes
that interested even so phlegmatic m
Englishman as myself. The fuency
with which she spoke English led me te
suspect that her home had not always
been in la belle France; but l said moth
ing.
In time, Aimee and I became quite
confidential friends, though toward Pat,
ever since his declaration, she always
appeared o little reserved. found hel
we'll educated, intelligent, and refined,
and above all, decidedly original
Finally l interceded for Pat; but she
would not listen to me, and ] Jaw a,
once that his case was hopeless.
Pat endeavored to bear his disap'
pointment like o man, and shortly
afterwards receiving intelligence of the
serious illness of his only sister, he left
for Dublin.
With a hearty grasp of the hand and
Goodbye, Heaven bless you, old fel.
low; do not forget the little girl Of
the Rue st. SEVERN, he was gone.
Dear Pat! l can see him now, his
tall form bent over the window of the
train, looking as blue Is though he
we're going to his " funeral.
After Pats departure / went to see
Aimee very frequently, for / missed his
society, and hers wa quite acceptable.
I was convinced of the purity of he,
character, and that she had one day
been in better circumstances. But
very gradually she grew reserved and
shy, and concluding that she had tired
of my society I discontinued my visit
and in the course of time left Paris.
It was evident that Pat, like myself,
was no letter writer. Nearly o twelve.
month elapsed before I heard from
him. He had quietly settled down.
and-bless my soul!-the rascal was
actually married.
"How is Aimee?" he inquired in hii
letter: and ! know he blushed when he
wrote that name, for there was o big,
awkward blot directly above it.
Mems hearts are curious things,
thought I, my mind reverting to Paris
and the Rue st. SEVERN; and growing
restless, I packed my box forthwith
and wandered off on n of my rambling
tours.
Being ut Rome one day in the studio
of Q young artist, an acquaintance o
mine, Q half-inished portrait of Aimee
Lorette arrested my attention.
sAh!" said the artist, that is
pretty French girl with whom / hav,
BEEN trying to pick up an acquaintanc,
for the last month; but she is modest
and will not flirt She lives next door
I have been painting her portrait from
memory. She used to pass by m.
window every day, but l hear she il
very i'll now. moor GIRL !"
Aimee ill ! babe the young arts
good afternoon with more haste, I fear
than is consistent with good manner
and I hurried next door. / was admit
ted by the old Algerian servant
Mademoiselle Aimee would see me
and I was ushered into a neat, taste
fully furnished chamber, where sh'
was sitting in an easy chair, LOOKING
very pale aud i'll She sprang up will
an ejaculation of surprise as she saw
me, = faint blush mantling cheek ant
brow AZ she extended me her hand
saying, II never thought to see 20,
again, Monsieur Gordon"
~ am very sorry to see you so i'll
Aimee" I said sadly.
II do not believe I shall live long,
she said with q faint smile, "and the fe,
who would be sorry to see me di'
would soon forget me, and-and there i
only one whom I would care to live for.
"A lover, perhaps. Aimee?" / said
lightly.
"No." abe cried, ~passionately, "for b
loves me not"
Our eyes met and l read her secre
as she OWNED mine, and clasped her t.
my bosom. / had loved her very long
but my pride had never suffered it t
appear either in look, word, or deed
for I had thought my love was not re
turned.
How poor . reader of woman's hear
il man.
.Why did you leave Paris withou
coming to say good-byei' Aimee asked
reproachfully.
Because, Aimee, I thought 20
were tired Of my society," replied